Well Friday night at the Barnyard Bash Rick Prentice told me he saw a huge racoon run into the barn. I took the dogs in but they didn't pick up a scent. Rosie and I just figured his Mountain Dew was spiked and he was seeing things.

Monday night I heard a growl and squeal while working out there and thought one of the dogs had another rabbit. Then I heard a racket in the rafters. For those who have seen Bob's rafters you know they are pretty high up. But there it was, a giant old coon cutting across the boards. about eight feet away was another.

I went to the front of the barn and called the dogs off the porch. Once they got there I took them to the loft. One sniff and they spent the night waiting for the coons to come back. Last night the loft was the first place they went. I reckon they will hang around there now that they know they have a challenge. I have a feeling the coons will relocate.

Sorry we doubted you Rick! Now the dogs have something to do.

It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.- Franklin D. Roosevelt -

Having done a FAIR AMOUNT of coon hunting and seen em in action against a few dogs, I wanna suggest you watch it by turning dogs loose on a coon. I've seen a few good sized dogs get pretty tore up by a spunky coon.

I know this thread is two years old but I'll respond anyway. Several days after I had posted this I found an adult coon body in the yard. Probably one of the ones I saw in the barn. Ask Rosie next week how big the coon was that I had to take away from Dozer just the other night. It looked like it ate good all its life!

It is common sense to take a method and try it. If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.- Franklin D. Roosevelt -

Yea, the dogs & I play well together! Speaking of coons, we have several of them at our campground. Last night, we picked up a pizza and went there for the evening. After eating part of the pizza, Regina set the box on the picnic table & we set about starting the camp fire. When we turned & looked, a few minutes later, there was a big coon on the table attempting to open the pizza box, in bright daylight. The coon at the camp ground are around a lot of people and don't have a great deal of fear of us. They'll often come within 3-4 feet of us, if they think we might have food.